To the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim
Characters Sephiroth
Rating R for Redrum.
Summary It took GeneCo a lifetime to craft Sephiroth, and about three days to break him. He seeks to return the favor.
Location The R&D laboratories.
Date/Time October 6, bright and early.
Status Closed event
When Sephiroth strode into the GeneCo building, Masamune in tow, no one moved to stop him. Perhaps his insanity was a visible, palpable thing, keeping the world at bay; just as likely, no one even considered questioning him because as a Repo Man, there was nowhere in the city he was truly barred from entering, armed however he liked. Whatever the reason, he entered the R&D department entirely uncontested.
There was no particular method to his madness once he was inside; no matter how far the rot had spread, one place was as good as any other for making the first cut. An almost lazy stroke of Masamune across a lab table shattered beakers, flung lab equipment to the floor and laid open the belly of the scientist who had been working behind it. Sephiroth moved on without pause or concern, those few moments of frozen shock carrying him to the next victim before anyone could react - a woman he impaled so deeply that three feet of the blade burst from her back before his momentum was spent and she was lifted from the ground.
By the time he tossed her off of the blade, with a casual sideways flick that hardly seemed to register to him, the screaming had begun...but that also failed to make any difference to him.
The inevitable bottleneck at the door out of the lab claimed another three scientists; a few managed to escape in the confusion, but as far as Sephiroth was concerned, he had a lifetime to track them down - and the best possible training in tracking and killing, besides, provided quite thoughtfully by the company he now intended to use those skills against.
Though he followed no particular pattern, Sephiroth was nothing if not thorough. He made his way methodically through the labs he'd grown up in, moving from room to room and target to target; no one escaped once he'd set his sights on them as his next victim. That was what being a Repo Man was, and he'd been groomed to be the best of them. Today - the first of many days - he intended to go above and beyond the call of duty; to hunt those who deserved to die. What would GeneCo do, now that such decisions were no longer solely theirs? Who could they send to claim him? Another Repo Man? He knew them all.
No Hojo, no Lucrecia - not yet. No matter; they would fall in due time. He would see to it personally, giving his parents all the consideration they so richly deserved - all the consideration they had shown him, over the years. None whatsoever.
Passing a security camera, he looked up into its glass eye and smiled. "Are you watching?" he purred. "This is only the beginning." It didn't matter who was on the other end; he would find them eventually. This department was first, by virtue of vendetta, but it would by no means be the last.
In pursuit of one fleeing rat, Sephiroth found himself in Hojo's office. The thought gave him no particular pause, although he languidly brought Masamune around in a sweep that nearly bisected the computer on Hojo's desk. Something sparked viciously in its mangled inner workings, lighting papers lying across the desktop -
But he was given no time to take satisfaction in that, as something abruptly flew at his face - flung at him by the desperate lab assistant - forcing him to drop his sword to catch it as it showered him with water. Ah...
Jenova.
Lowering the tank so that he could look into her dead eyes, Sephiroth chuckled quietly to himself. "I have known you all my life," he told her. "If you have never done anything for me, then you have at least never done anything against me. So you have actually been more of a mother to me than anyone. And the two of us...are alike. Martyrs to men too blinded by their own ambitions to understand what we are - fools who believe we are only what they make us, tools and trophies with no will of our own."
The glass had cracked, he observed; reaching into the tank, he pulled out Jenova's head by her hair with one gloved hand, while with the other he bent and retrieved his sword. Snapping it out to the side, he caught the scientist who had thought to edge around him in his preoccupation across the throat. "Come, Mother," he murmured to her, with something almost like affection. "We'll show them together."
He stalked out of the office with no regard for the dying gurgles of the man clutching at his throat, and the fire followed him.
Rating R for Redrum.
Summary It took GeneCo a lifetime to craft Sephiroth, and about three days to break him. He seeks to return the favor.
Location The R&D laboratories.
Date/Time October 6, bright and early.
Status Closed event
When Sephiroth strode into the GeneCo building, Masamune in tow, no one moved to stop him. Perhaps his insanity was a visible, palpable thing, keeping the world at bay; just as likely, no one even considered questioning him because as a Repo Man, there was nowhere in the city he was truly barred from entering, armed however he liked. Whatever the reason, he entered the R&D department entirely uncontested.
There was no particular method to his madness once he was inside; no matter how far the rot had spread, one place was as good as any other for making the first cut. An almost lazy stroke of Masamune across a lab table shattered beakers, flung lab equipment to the floor and laid open the belly of the scientist who had been working behind it. Sephiroth moved on without pause or concern, those few moments of frozen shock carrying him to the next victim before anyone could react - a woman he impaled so deeply that three feet of the blade burst from her back before his momentum was spent and she was lifted from the ground.
By the time he tossed her off of the blade, with a casual sideways flick that hardly seemed to register to him, the screaming had begun...but that also failed to make any difference to him.
The inevitable bottleneck at the door out of the lab claimed another three scientists; a few managed to escape in the confusion, but as far as Sephiroth was concerned, he had a lifetime to track them down - and the best possible training in tracking and killing, besides, provided quite thoughtfully by the company he now intended to use those skills against.
Though he followed no particular pattern, Sephiroth was nothing if not thorough. He made his way methodically through the labs he'd grown up in, moving from room to room and target to target; no one escaped once he'd set his sights on them as his next victim. That was what being a Repo Man was, and he'd been groomed to be the best of them. Today - the first of many days - he intended to go above and beyond the call of duty; to hunt those who deserved to die. What would GeneCo do, now that such decisions were no longer solely theirs? Who could they send to claim him? Another Repo Man? He knew them all.
No Hojo, no Lucrecia - not yet. No matter; they would fall in due time. He would see to it personally, giving his parents all the consideration they so richly deserved - all the consideration they had shown him, over the years. None whatsoever.
Passing a security camera, he looked up into its glass eye and smiled. "Are you watching?" he purred. "This is only the beginning." It didn't matter who was on the other end; he would find them eventually. This department was first, by virtue of vendetta, but it would by no means be the last.
In pursuit of one fleeing rat, Sephiroth found himself in Hojo's office. The thought gave him no particular pause, although he languidly brought Masamune around in a sweep that nearly bisected the computer on Hojo's desk. Something sparked viciously in its mangled inner workings, lighting papers lying across the desktop -
But he was given no time to take satisfaction in that, as something abruptly flew at his face - flung at him by the desperate lab assistant - forcing him to drop his sword to catch it as it showered him with water. Ah...
Jenova.
Lowering the tank so that he could look into her dead eyes, Sephiroth chuckled quietly to himself. "I have known you all my life," he told her. "If you have never done anything for me, then you have at least never done anything against me. So you have actually been more of a mother to me than anyone. And the two of us...are alike. Martyrs to men too blinded by their own ambitions to understand what we are - fools who believe we are only what they make us, tools and trophies with no will of our own."
The glass had cracked, he observed; reaching into the tank, he pulled out Jenova's head by her hair with one gloved hand, while with the other he bent and retrieved his sword. Snapping it out to the side, he caught the scientist who had thought to edge around him in his preoccupation across the throat. "Come, Mother," he murmured to her, with something almost like affection. "We'll show them together."
He stalked out of the office with no regard for the dying gurgles of the man clutching at his throat, and the fire followed him.